Life With Too Many Dogs

Life with too many dogs – this week’s edition:

MONDAY: I woke up to a 12 pack of toilet paper, completely shredded in my living room.

TUESDAY: I took my dog’s “invisible fence collar”, aka “electric fence collar”, to get the battery replaced. The guy replaced it for me, handed it to me, and I said thank you and I began to walk out. ZZZZZZZap! I GOT ZAPPED/SHOCKED/FELL DOWN ON THE GROUND YELLING “MY ARM HURTS”. Yep… I’d call that Karma. Sorry doggies.

WEDNESDAY: My UPS delivery guy asks why my middle dog is wearing a diaper. “Don’t judge.” I say.

THURSDAY, While vacuuming my living room, I rolled the vacuum over unseen dog poop, and thus “shmooshed it” into my rug. I then spent the next 2 hours trying to take apart and clean my brand new (yes, brand new) vacuum.

TODAY. Time for a cocktail.

They’re cute, but crazy!


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10 Things I Want My Daughter To Know

Below is a shared post from a fellow amazing mom on Scary Mommy

Right now my daughter is sitting in her pajamas. It is 3:30 on a snowy March afternoon and all she cares about at this moment is snuggling with her brother. Their heads are pressed together as they’re playing on her Kindle. I am pretty sure she is caught up in the moment. Her thoughts are not drifting. She does not care about boys, the size of her thighs, or if she has said the wrong thing today.

I wish she could stay this innocent, this pure, forever, but she can’t. She won’t. At 10 years old, she is on the cusp of so much—drama, boys, comparisons, trust, embarrassment, pressure, and other tumultuous situations that are unavoidable. It will all become very real, very soon. There is so much I want to tell her, and I will when the time is right. Here is what I need her to know:

1. Say ‘Fuck Off’ When It Needs to Be Said

Say it with your eyes. Say it with your actions. Say it in your head, or say it out loud. Say it by walking away. Say it however you want—just make sure you say it. Say it when you are overlooked. Say it when you are being disrespected. Say it when you are being judged. Say it when someone doesn’t treat you the way you know you deserve. Say it when someone puts their hands on you in a way that you don’t like. Say it. Make sure the person you are saying it to hears you loud and clear.

2. Know the Difference Between Desire and Value

When another person desires you, it does not always mean they value you. They may desire you so much you almost start to believe they value you, but these are two different things. If they value you, you will know it. If they don’t, you will know it.

Go ahead and kiss boys, but don’t kiss them if they are rude to you unless you want to kiss them. Never spend the night with someone who will not want you there in the morning unless you are fine with that arrangement as well.

3. Indulge

Buy the shoes, drink the coffee, have the wine, eat the chocolate, get the massage, use the good dishes, light the candle. Even if you are the only one to enjoy it, do it. There is no point in saving these things just for other people.

4. Don’t Worry About Your Thighs

Be healthy, practice moderation, and explore different physical activities. Eat real food that makes you feel alive and makes you want to do things that make you feel alive. Donuts aren’t capable of doing that. However, if you enjoy them every once in awhile, and then say, “That was nice, and now I am done with you,” donuts are wonderful. The size of your thighs (or any other body part) is not what matters in this one life we have. What matters is how we feel when we are here and how we make others feel. Focus on that.

5. Don’t Force It

If a smoky eye makes you look like you got into a bar brawl, just let it go. If you have a friend who makes you feel like shit or betrays your trust, let her go, too. Nothing should feel forced ever—not a dress, not a relationship, not a hobby. Most importantly, don’t ever try to convince someone of your worth. If they aren’t convinced all on their own, refer to number No. 1.

6. It Is OK to Be Vulnerable

If someone breaks your heart or ends a relationship with you and you are crushed, let it out in front of them if you want to. Don’t hold back: cry, scream, tell them everything you are feeling. If you are crushed, say it. Leave it all out there, then go. Don’t tell them again; they heard you the first time. Don’t hit up their phone after too many drinks. You said what you needed to say. Move on. Confide in girlfriends. Talk to me. If they want to come into your life again, they will show up.

7. Don’t Do Anything With Half Your Heart

Sometimes we have to do things with half of our heart—things like folding laundry or shopping for a vacuum cleaner. I am not talking about those things. I am talking about the big things: your career, whom you marry, where you live, your style, your friends. Do the big things with your whole heart, your whole self.

8. Be Responsible for Your Own Validation

You are amazing. Yes, you really are. I am your mother, so I will always believe this, but I want you to believe it too. Really believe it. Don’t wait for others to validate you. Even if they do but you don’t believe in your own awesomeness, it will never feel real to you.

9. Don’t Compare Yourself to Others

This is a hard one—maybe the hardest. The thing is, when we compare ourselves to others, more often than not, we are comparing our worst moments, our weaknesses, to their strengths. Remember that. Just because you have different strengths does not mean you are less-than.

10. Be Gentle

Be gentle on yourself. It can be very easy to believe something bad someone says about us—easier to believe than the compliments. Just remember what you believe is what you become. Love yourself enough to focus on your gifts, your strengths. Don’t beat yourself up just because you make a mistake. Instead, learn from it. Turn it into something positive.

Some of these things might only make sense to you after some hard lessons, and maybe some of these things you will just know. Either way, life is not easy. In my 40 years, I have found that when you get torn up a bit, when life isn’t cooperating, it is best to put on your favorite outfit, listen to some badass music, and fucking handle it.

And my advice in those times is to “ROCK ON BRAVE GIRL”.


10 Things I Want My Daughter To Know When Things Get Real

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When Life Freezes. Unforgettable Moments.

As a child, I remember hearing stories about “unforgettable moments in life”.  My mom told me about how events happen that are so memorable, they live with you forever.  Time freezes.  Her example was the assassination of JFK.  My mom told me about when she and her friends learned of his death, time froze.  Everyone who lived through that remembers where they were the moment they heard he was killed.

John Lennon’s death, The Challenger Space Shuttle Explosion, Jim Morrison’s death.  All were unforgettable moments in time.

As a little girl, I wondered when my unforgettable moment would come.

9/11, turned out to be THAT moment for me.


NYC; 9/11/2001:

Standing in my pajamas in my NYC apartment that morning, when all hell broke loose… well, that became MY unforgettable moment. There are no words to adequately explain the terror I felt when I realized that my city, the city where I lived, where I loved, where I grew into a woman, had been attacked.  The earthquake I felt when the towers tumbled…

In the end, we survived.  Some friends didn’t, but we did.  The images though, were so tough.  Neighbors and friends whose husbands didn’t come home, friends whose waited at Ground Zero for weeks to find traces of their loved ones… those moments haunt me to this day.  The burnt smell in the air for days, while we were locked-down and not able to leave the city.  The fighter jets that patrolled the city for days after.  The supermarkets with barren shelves. Those days are frozen in my mind.

So much sadness, disbelief, and many, many questions. I was a part of that city and I survived, so why didn’t all those innocent people?  It was a rough time, trying to maneuver the complex emotions and feelings of guilt, remorse, dismay.

 15 Years Later… 

I thought that day was one day.  But it wasn’t.  It’s a never-ending day.  It’s always there reminding me of how vulnerable we all are.  How precious life is.

And each and every year, I am transported back to the absolute terror I felt when I realized those planes had hit the towers, INTENTIONALLY.

I didn’t know it right away, but over time I realized that that day was my huge, unforgettable moment.  Life changed for me in a blink of an eye that day.  My security, my innocence, were gone forever.

And just like my mom told me I would… I discovered the moment that will be frozen in my mind forever.

9/11 is and always will be MY unforgettable moment.







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MOM HAIR – It’s Not The Prettiest

The Evolution of My Hair:


New Haven, CT – Circa 1980’s

Throughout my teens and 20’s, my hair was my favorite accessory.  I styled it for hours on end.  Crimped and spiral-curled to perfection.  Then well sprayed with Aqua Net, for a night out.  Can you tell I grew up in the `80’s?   My big hair was a thing of beauty.

Then I had kids.

And my brown turned to gray.  Nicely styled, turned messy.  And it’s been up in a ponytail ever since.  Or tucked under a baseball hat.

Once in a while, I try to blow-dry it like my hairdresser does and actually have pretty hair again… if just for a day  But those times are few and far between.  Usually, it’s just a pony-tail.  It’s the best I can do these days.

And although I love them a lot, I blame my kids for giving me MOM HAIR.

Because believe it or not, sometimes, I actually miss my big hair.







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“You’re The Meanest Mom In The World!”

Moms, I have a question for you…  Have you ever been called “the meanest mom in the whole world”?

If your answer is “no”, consider yourself lucky.  But I have to tell you… it’s probably coming.

If you’re like me (and most moms), and your answer is “yes”, well then, welcome to the club.  According to my kids, I’m the “worst”, the “meanest”, and every so often I get, “you’re the most embarrassing mom ever”.mean-mom

It’s taken some tears, some reading of parenting books, and some enlisting advice from fellow mom friends, but I finally determined that it actually means I am doing a good job.  (Or at least I have convinced myself that’s what it means!).

Those “you’re the meanest mom” comments are only yelled when a mom makes a very smart parenting decision.  For example, lay out a rule that will stop your child from doing something that could hurt them. Or get them kidnapped. Or lead them down a bad path…  You get the point. Basically, it’s when you are doing your job and your kids just don’t like hearing the word “NO”, that they will tell you how “MEAN” you are.  It’s tough to hear, but it really means you care.

So I’d like to take a moment to remind every mom or dad out there who hears they are “THE WORST” today, to remember it probably means you are actually THE BEST.

And please, keep up the good work!

If you need some tips about how to piss off your kids, while truly helping them become awesome humans, then read this… it’s pretty accurate…

12 Ways To Be The Meanest Mom

#MomsRule  #DadsRule  #KidsAreTough

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Life as a Mom of a Boy

I love having a son.  My son is sweet and loving and handsome, and the best part – he loves to snuggle!  Sweetness times ten.  I can’t get enough of him.  He’s seriously the best boyfriend I have ever had.

Boys are truly a blessing.  But… they can also be a bit of a challenge for moms.


Well, one reason – the PENIS!  It’s a hard thing for moms to understand.


Boys’ obsessions with their penis’ is something I can honestly say I will never understand.  It amazes me how many times a day I say:

“Do you have to go potty?”  “NO?”  “Then stop grabbing your weenie.”

“Why are your hands down your pants?”

“What’s going on down there?”

“Please put pants on – the neighbors can see you!”

“No – everyone doesn’t want to see you naked.”

I try to keep in mind the very wise advice a good friend of two boys once told me.  She said, “remember… for a boy, having a penis is like having a ‘built-in’ toy.  So why not play with it all day long?”.

Okay, I get that.  If I had a toy like that, I’d probably play with it too!  But there are so many times it’s slightly embarrassing to have a kid walking around with his hands down his pants!

Moms – tell us what you think about this! 



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The Gorilla Shouldn’t Have Been Killed, But It’s Not The Zoo’s Fault

A 17-year-old Silver Back Gorilla Was Shot and Killed at the Cincinnati Zoo After a Child Climbed Into His Enclosure.

I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines and the frightening video onlookers shot of the incident at the Cincinnati Zoo when officials were forced to shoot Harambe, a 17-year-old gorilla.  It’s all over the news.

Here’s a recap.



My personal feelings are that I’m so mad. And sad too.

First of all, I am an animal lover, and a parent of small kids. On the animal-lover side, I have some favorites:  dogs, cats, and gorillas.  Yes, gorillas rank right up there for me. They are amazing creatures. So human-like. Full of personality. I am amazed by gorillas. Our zoo has a great gorilla habitat where I can spend days just watching them. I once watched a momma gorilla snuggle her baby, just like a human mommy.  She was patting the baby gorilla’s back like she was burping her. I also watched a young gorilla (think teenager), pick his nose, eat it, and when the crowd watching him all yelled, “Ewwwww”, he belly-laughed, rolling on the ground and pointing at the crowd.  He then stood up and picked his nose again. He realized he had an audience.  Gorillas have compassion, love, and senses of humor.  They are amazing creatures.


Being a fan of gorillas, I probably don’t need to say why the situation that happened this weekend really upset me.  My first instinct was being very angry that they killed Harambe.  The first videos released were edited so “disturbing parts” weren’t shown.  But when the internet exploded with outrage, they released those.  And I’m glad they did because it makes it clearer that tranquilizing him wasn’t an option.  I’m not convinced he was going to hurt that child (at some points it looks like he’s actually protecting him).  But I can tell he freaked out that something fell into his home and he didn’t know what to do about it. The onlookers all screaming didn’t help the situation. He became agitated very quickly. And at that point he became unpredictable.  Unpredictable, but the fact is still that the gorilla did nothing wrong. NOTHING. He was a gorilla, simply being a gorilla, guarding his family and his home.

Unfortunately though, with a child’s life on the line, the zoo officials had no choice.

Jungle Jack Hanna agrees too…  Watch here.



“Seeing the entire video of him dragging the child is scary to watch and shows me that zoo officials had to come to a tough decision.  The unpredictability of the situation, with a child’s life in jeopardy, left them no choice.”


BUT, and here’s why I’m pissed…. the video doesn’t change a single thing about the fact that a kid at a zoo shouldn’t be able to go “under a rail, through wires and over a moat wall”, without his parents noticing.  As a parent myself, I am hesitant to ever judge another parent.  Ever.  We all love our kids and are doing the best we can.  And we’ve all had moments where we’ve screwed up.  But come on.  This one is tough to excuse.


Animal Biologist Jeff Corwin gave a great interview saying “a zoo is not a babysitter”, and that “parents have a responsibility to watch their kids everywhere they go”.  There are a lot of parents who don’t feel the weight of that responsibility.  It’s a different story if you lose sight of your kids at the local Piggly Wiggly. That has its own dangers.

At a zoo though, you are not only endangering your own children’s lives but the animals’ lives too.  And this weekend, an innocent animal’s life had to be taken because of that negligence. An endangered animal, who did NOTHING WRONG.

That’s the part that makes me sad.  It didn’t have to happen.  And it shouldn’t have happened.


I’m not the only person mad…

So far, nearly 100,000 supporters have signed up to a campaign on calling for the parents to be investigated after the child fell up to 12 feet into the enclosure. The petition reads: “This beautiful gorilla lost his life because the boy’s parents did not keep a closer watch on the child. We the undersigned believe that the child would not have been able to enter the enclosure under proper parental supervision.”

Also, Police are deciding whether to charge the parents with child neglect.


What do you think about this situation?  


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Why I Don’t Answer The Phone

Friends and family sometime complain that I never answer my phone. There is a very simple reason why.

The short answer: BECAUSE I HAVE CHILDREN.


Read this mom’s explanation.  I love it because I feel the same.

She summed it up perfectly. Don’t expect me to answer the phone and have a QUIET conversation with you, if my kids are home.

Even though my kids are a little older than that mom’s kids, I can tell you that it NEVER CHANGES. The house is voicemailloud, the kids need me all the time, and I can’t hold a thought for more than 30 seconds.

A nice quiet conversation on the phone just doesn’t happen. The minute I pick up the phone, my kids desperately “need” me. Right that minute.

In addition to my kids, I also have 3 dogs (who all bark in unison every time a car drives by, or a squirrel climbs a tree, or a bird flies…). So even when the kids are at school, my dogs take over.

Common things yelled at my house are…

“Mom, where’s my sweatshirt?”

“MOMMMM-EEEEEE, I lost my train!!!!”

“Mommy, I pooped, come wipe my tushy”

“I’m Hungry”

“I’m Thirsty”

“I’m BORED!”

“MOMMY, the dog just threw up on the rug”

This is on a daily basis, whether I am speaking on the phone or not.  So I usually choose NOT to be on the phone.  Answering the phone and having an intelligent conversation doesn’t work so well.  Or end so well…  the promises I have made while “shushing” my kids, are ridiculous. “What? When did I say I’d buy you a TV for your room?” 

My other issue is having the callers complain that I am not focused on them.  UH, you’re right, I’m not!  I’m sorry but my kids want all of my attention.

So please, before you dial my number, understand that I probably won’t answer.  And just text me instead. Or email me.  I like email.  And if I do answer, please understand I may only be half listening.

♥ ♥ ♥

I’m just a mom trying to keep my sanity.



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Seriously, Just Go The F**k To Sleep


Most kids haven’t yet learned the full value of sleep. The important preciousness of catching your much needed zzzzzzz’s. So kids fight against going to sleep. Every single night.

I admit, I struggle with bedtime. I am home alone every evening with my kids and each night feels like the movie, “Groundhog Day”. I repeat the same routine every night.  I do baths, brush little teeth, read a couple books, say prayers… basically, I cover every single bedtime ritual those damn parenting books told me to.  Then kisses and hugs goodnight and I tiptoe down the stairs.

And every night, the minute my feet hit the bottom step, I hear, “MOMMMMMMMM-EEEEEEEEEE”.

“Yes?”, I call.

“I’m lonely”, the little voice upstairs says.

“It’s okay, I am right downstairs, don’t feel lonely, get some sleep”.

“Okay”, the cute little voice says. And I hear them hop in bed.

About 20 seconds later…. “MOMMMMMMMM-EEEEEEEEEEE”.

“I’m thirsty”

“I’m cold”

“I’m hot”

“I’m awake”

“I’m not tired”

“I’m hungry”

“I’m full”

“I’m scared”


This happens every, single, night.

I stay calm and go back upstairs and soothe the child having trouble falling asleep.

But honestly, every single night, I really want to yell, “JUST GO THE F**K TO SLEEP!”  Admit it, every mom out there knows exactly how I feel!

So when I stumbled upon this awesome book-reading by actress Jennifer Garner, I was thrilled to discover I am not alone. I did a little research and discovered it’s actually a very popular book among parents…


“I know you’re not thirsty. That’s bullshit. Stop lying.”

“Lie the F**k down, my darling, and sleep”.

You have to watch this video if you haven’t already. I love it….

“Go the F**k to Sleep”, read by Jennifer Garner:



Now I don’t feel so bad saying, PLEASE, kids, just GO THE F**K TO SLEEP!  lol








Important Disclaimer:  I will not be reading this book TO my kids. But it does make me feel a lot better to know I am not the only mom who wants to!  ~Cindie


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That Moment When You Realize You Traded Your Sanity For…

That moment when you realize you traded your sanity for…Your Children!

When you are lucky enough to have children, you give them your “all”. You commit fully. And doing that often means losing every ounce of sanity you may have had left.

It happens to each and every parent.

It’s a fair trade, though… your brain cells in return for these amazing little people.

Inevitably though, there is that moment when you realize they have sucked all the sanity, right out of your brain.



My first moment of awareness (and I have had many more since!) came when I sent my kindergartener to school in an adorable penguin nightgown… for “pajama day” at school.  I had a baby at home who wasn’t sleeping, I wasn’t sleeping. We had just moved from another state, and I was struggling to figure out everything going on at our new elementary school. I was trying very hard to fit in and meet new families and do everything “right”.

So when I got a note from my daughter’s kindergarten teacher saying THURSDAY, MARCH 3rd would be “Pajama Day” at school, I thought, “How fun”!

On Wednesday evening, my daughter and I picked out her favorite pajamas (the penguin nightgown was her choice). I took photos as she got on the bus, in her penguin nightgown and matching slippers! She looked so cute.

Fast-forward to the end of the school day. My daughter got off the bus and said (no, she yelled), “Mommy, guess what?”. “TOMORROW is pajama day. Not today”!  Yep, I sent her to school in her nightgown.  The poor kid walked around all day… class, recess, lunch… in her nightgown!  NO!  She must be wrong, I thought. I ran inside the house and found the letter and sure enough, it said, FRIDAY, MARCH 3rd!  F*&K!  (I actually yelled, “FUDGE!”).

That was the first moment I realized I had officially lost my mind. My kids had stolen every single brain cell left in my head. I knew WHY it happened…  there was way too much swirling around inside my brain, and too little sleep, to actually remember it all.

I apologized to my daughter and together we picked out another pajama outfit for the next day. I was relieved she was just 5 years-old, and not any older because she was pretty unfazed. I am sure a 4th grader would’ve been completely traumatized by it. But thankfully my kindergartener said sweetly, “it’s okay Mommy, I was actually really comfy in my nightgown all day”.

And that was the moment I decided to embrace the insanity of motherhood. Why? Because I knew it would happen again. My brain cells would keep disappearing into those vast depths of parenthood.

But then, I had a revelation… My little sanity-suckers may have caused many of my brain cells to disappear, but they have also made my HEART grow 10 times in size.

And you know what? I consider that to be a very fair trade.  ♥




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